Despair
The cloak of despair
settles around my shoulders
like a thick black shroud.
It is soft and safe here.
Safe from the outside world
of scornful eyes
and giggles hidden behind hands.
Wild dog packs of young teenage boys
Traveling together looking for prey.
Asking me if I know I am fat
as if I hadn’t noticed.
While wrapped in my cloak
I can not hear
The earthquake sounds they make
each time I take a step.
Two women poking eachother and laughing
at the ice cream in my shopping cart.
Even my daughter’s birthday party
does not justify fat people eating ice cream.
I don’t want them to understand.
I don’t care if they know how it feels.
I just want them to leave me alone.
Asleep in my cocoon of despair.
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